Fireball Monologue

Firefly Capital of the World Fireflies freckle the cheeks of a sharp night sky. Bright highway lines fracture the moon’s glow, or maybe it’s just the clouds cracking closer and closer to the ground. She traces my knuckles and calloused fingertips.

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

Today is the last day I will let people make trouble in this town! Now being second chairman of the board I am basically in charge. Especially in charge during a crisis like this here one. I don't know what folks here are getting upset about. A local plane tried to land on the highway and hit an oncoming truck!? Now Ernie had no right taking it upon himself to call homeland security. Yes the accident was fatal, but that's where the word accident comes in. Now I am not very sure what all the chitter chatter about some invisible wall is, but they are full of it! I now have this here situation under control if everyone would calm down we would be able to handle it civilly. Of course though everybody is upset about severed limbs they are finding

I can't stop thinking of Darry tonight. His crying really left me BEWILDERED. Sodapop and I ain't ever seen Darry cry before. He's always put on a strong face for us, I never thought I'd be the one to open the floodgates, I thought he hated me. For a while it actually almost felt like Darry wasn't even human, just someone there to constantly nag us, well, mainly me. Thinkin' back though I know "Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he care, he was trying too hard to make something of me.". I mean, it is my fault he gave up his future, sure would make sense that he'd want to dictate mine. That's also been going through my head a lot. Darry could be living near those Socs, over in the west side. I keep on

And she said “baby leave the water by the bed for later, i woke up without a single drop”

I was walking up to bat. All I could hear was cheering through one ear and booing through the other. I took my stance and put the bat on my right shoulder and waited for the pitcher to throw the ball. The pitcher stared me down, probably trying to intimidate me some how. It worked. I could see the twitching of his right eye as he ogled me. He lifted his left leg and that was when I knew that the ball was going to soon be coming towards my face. As I braced myself, waiting for the ball to come, the boy opposite of me flung his right arm backwards, making both crowds go silent in anticipation. I could see the ball leave his hand and come towards me. I was trying to focus on the tiny, white ball, while zoning out the crowd cheering and yelling

Just me and you, comedian, right? With your blasters and flashing eye You should better be prepared, because soon Your last hour strikes One step left now It's almost time

Paula topless with brightly colored tits is quite a sight, her nipples hard and standing straight out and egg coloring dripping down her chest to her shorts.

Yeah... I erupt like a bomb So give up the baton I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm Why you buggin' me like something was wrong Just take a puff of the bong And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens And create false dreams cause it pays off clean I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product That's gonna be killed if I talk about it

He immediately turned to look out the window in an effort to hide his bright red face. He looked rather charming peering out the window like that. The longer I looked at him the stronger the urge I had to kiss him grew. I impulsivity grabbed his face and starting kissing all over it. Then all of the sudden he started saying he loved me, I knew he had to have been joking. No one would seriously tell a girl they loved them after four years of not seeing

The gunshot rang out through the room. For a single moment afterward, no one said anything as the small human body fell to the ground. It landed there with a flop, its limbs limp with the lack of life.

We continually talk to ourselves in our heads. Inner dialogue does not require the movement of the flaps in our throat, our tongue, or our lips. It does not disturb a single particle of air nor does it even vibrate our ears. We can speak to ourselves without making a sound. Even if you extend your head out of a window above a noisy, crowded street, you will hear none of thoughts that the people are thinking to themselves. All inner dialogue is concealed beneath human speech, like an essay written about the invisible ink behind the visible text of another work. A work like Pale Fire.

“Oh well, better learn my perks before going anywhere else.” Ravenfire shrugged and began to traverse the vertical surface, she memorizes the pattern Serlene took and once she arrived at her window, she repeats what Serlene had done using a combination of memory mimicry and instinct. Thankfully, her mind felt the form of her body starting to dissipate, first it was her fingers by the crevice, then it extends to her hands. She slipped her already slippery limbs into her apartment as her entire body soon follow up. However, the new goo dragoness wasn’t as skill or finesse as Serlene as her tail slipped down, swung past the window of an apartment below, accidentally knocking off a plant pot. She cringed at her clumsiness, when the occupant of

Conflagration is staring at a mile long cast-list with tunnel vision. It’s missing your name, jumping on a school bus, and riding away from the start of Freshman year and the end of a possible career in high school theatre. That nervous blunder has become my most cherished trap door.

Firelight I’d give anything to see you again; Those dark eyes that see straight to my heart; Lips i have kissed while strolling in the rain. It’s been too long since we’ve together; Strong arms holding me with chiseled muscles. You’re here and i’m there,making it all better. Are lovers ever without their struggles?